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“As is so often the case with a legend, every incident has two possible interpretations, the plausible and the one that is molded to suit the making of the myth. Man is a romantic at heart and will always put aside dull, plodding reason for the excitement of an enigma. As Doc had pointed out, mystery, not logic, is what gives us hope and keeps us believing in a force greater than our own insignificance.”

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Bryce Courtenay
Bryce Courtenay

Bryce Courtenay was an Australian novelist known for his poignant and emotionally charged works. His novels often set in the Australian outback, delve into the complexities of human nature and the resilience of life. more

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